one cigarette
then two
(or four)
every drag brings
another image
(of your face)
inhale
(crooked teeth smile)
*
exhale*
(rough stubble brushes blushing cheeks)
Your eyes are rich soil
(nourishing copper rings)
tell me about the thoughts
(who keep their roots there)
*inhale
*
(kisses like familiar embraces)
exhale
(no danger in soft hands)
Mar 5, 2015
Mar 5, 2015 at 11:56 PM UTC
one cigarette
then two
(or four)
every drag brings
another image
(of your face)
inhale
(crooked teeth smile)
*
exhale*
(rough stubble brushes blushing cheeks)
Your eyes are rich soil
(nourishing copper rings)
tell me about the thoughts
(who keep their roots there)
*inhale
*
(kisses like familiar embraces)
exhale
(no danger in soft hands)
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